The Player Returns After 10,000 Years Episode 240
The defeated soldier (1)
[Ha.]
Belphegor laughed out loud.
He glared at the balrog as if it were absurd.
[Are you crazy?]
Belphegor’s expression twisted.
He sat down in a chair and rested his chin on his chin
.
I narrowly opened my eyes.
Balrog.
A demon who is the actual second-in-command of the demon king’s army and is favored by the demon king.
Its power is different from that of other great demons and is said to be comparable to that of the Grand Duke.
But
[I dare to deal with Belphegor alone?]
After all, he is not a grand duke. There is an absolutely unbridgeable gap between the Archduke and the other demons.
No matter how much he inherits the power of the Demon King, no matter how much he is called the strongest among other great demons,
that is all.
You can’t beat the Archduke.
The existence of a grand duke is a being born with the fate that the ruler will become the absolute. Even if you search the entire vast Nine Heavens Hell
, there is no existence that can fight
the Archduke single-handedly except for the ancient monsters .
[Why are you afraid?]
the Balrog asked with a smile.
[Ha.]
Belphegor laughed again.
He kept his head down and held back the laughter that was about to burst out.
[You lost your mind after winning the Thousand Year War.]
Belphegor slowly reached out his hand toward the Balrog.
[Keep this in mind, Balrog.]
Continuing the words quietly. | [The demon king won. It’s not you
.]
[That’s true.]
The Balrog shook his hand. A whip with dark red flames appeared from the black crack.
hold the whip
He twisted his lips up. [And you were defeated.]
[ ….]
Belphegor kept his mouth shut.
I shot the balrog with sharp eyes.
thousand years war. Memories of long wars and bitter defeats came to mind.
greatly.
got offended [He’s under the devil, so he doesn’t know that the world is scary. It’s just…]
Belbecor held a fishy sneer.
[Anything like a defeated soldier who couldn’t protect his master.]
A defeated soldier. At that word, the Balrog’s eyebrows twitched very slightly. [Have you completely forgotten about Beelzebub? He was your master at one time, though.] Belphegor giggled.
Beelzebub.
Grand Duke of Gluttony.
He was the only demon whose place was taken over by another demon.
Baal killed Beelzebub and took his place.
Before the Thousand Years War, the largest battle was the battle between Baal and Beelzebub.
In that battle, Beelzebub was defeated. The throne of the Grand Duke was taken away, and Baal was recognized as the new master.
Beelzebub’s followers were mercilessly eaten by Baal.
The fabric was torn and he died in terrible agony.
Except for one member of the family. A demon who survived Baal’s hand.
The name of the most loyal demon who served Beelzebub at the time was ‘Balrog’.
[Ah, I think of you at that time. The image of a loser with the eyes of a rotten corpse with his desire plundered after losing his owner.] […….] | [Keuk. At that time, did you go to the demon king to face the most miserable death as a demon?]
*
The first meeting between the Balrog and the demon king.
It was a pretty famous anecdote even in the Nine Heavens.
Balrog, who thought that the most miserable death for a demon at the time was ‘death at the hands of a human’, went to the demon king and
begged for death.
He yearned to relieve the guilt of not protecting his master through a miserable death.
[…I didn’t know that human would become the demon king.] I never thought that
the human who visited to die the most miserable death would become the demon king who would rule the Nine Heavens Hell.
It was something no one could have imagined at the time.
Belphegor shook his head as if he didn’t even want to think about the demon king.
[But I’m still curious. At that time, the demon king must have been weaker than you, so why did you serve him? huh? Was the new owner that sick? It’s a really lamentable thing. How sad will Beelzebub be when he sees you now?]
[Belphegor.]
[Puuup hahahaha!! After the owner, who had sworn allegiance like that, dies, the owner is replaced as if flipping the palm of one’s hand.] Tsk tsk. He clicked his tongue as if he was pathetic. [This is why it’s no use
trying to pamper a bastard .]
-Kwaaaang!
A roar rang out. The Balrog’s giant body leaped into the air like a soaring body.
The whip, wrapped in dark red flames, was swung at blinding speed.
[Hmph.]
Belphegor snorted. Power was sprayed on the hand that was outstretched forward.
stopping power.
The power of the power that extremely slows down the time in a certain area binds the whip.
Whilst swinging at speeds exceeding the speed of sound, the camera stopped in the air as if caught by an invisible hand.
-widely!
without a second’s hesitation.
take your hand off the whip It flaps its wings and descends to the ground as if it were being shot.
Strike the ground with your clenched hand.
-Koo-gu-gu-gu-goo!!
Rocks that scatter like cannonballs.
Belphegor’s vision was momentarily blocked.
Belphegor’s expression twisted. The Power of Stop that makes the time in a certain area extremely slow. The limiting condition for that power was ‘range of sight’.
The vision was blocked and the power of stop was released.
A balrog’s body appeared as if it were bouncing between the scattered rocks.
A huge fist resembling a rock
struck Belphegor’s head.
-Paang!!
The chair Belphegor was sitting on moved quickly.
before fists touch. He succeeded in protecting his face with the power of stopping.
[Keugh!]
I couldn’t completely protect it.
Black blood flowed from Belphegor’s mouth, struck by the demonic energy ejected by the balrog’s fist.
The Balrog
spoke in a deep voice with his back straight.
[Your tongue is long. Even though the body is lazy, the mouth is diligent, isn’t it?]
[…….]
Belphegor’s expression twisted.
I was ashamed of the fact that I allowed the first attack to a Balrog, not a demon king or a grand duke.
[This insignificant loser…!]
Belphegor stretched out his arms.
A blade of time created by the power of stasis.
Can’t see or hear
An intangible sword that twists the time of a certain space and cuts the target was poured into the Balrog.
-Chack!
The Balrog lowered his body as if crouching.
It exhaled demonic energy all over its body.
When the immaterial sword touched the demonic energy, the flow of the demonic energy was extremely slow.
The balrog closed his eyes.
Belphegor’s attack is invisible. The use of the eyes is rather hindered.
It avoids all attacks with only the senses felt through demonic energy .
After avoiding the attack with quick movements unimaginable for a 5-meter-tall giant, it approached Belphegor.
He clenched his right fist. The whip that fell to the floor flew like a living creature and wrapped around his fist.
A fist blazing with dark red flames. He twisted his body and pulled his fist back. [Do you think it will work!]
A sneer formed at the corner of Belphegor’s mouth.
He created a barrier that covered his body with the power of stillness.
5 cm above the skin. All objects that come into it come to a standstill in extremely slowed down time.
A protective shield that can be called absolute.
[Sky.]
Stepping firmly on the ground with your left foot outstretched forward.
Pull your shoulders and lower your posture. All power in one point. The Balrog threw out his fist as if it were about to explode.
[Breaking it.] -Quaaaaaaaaaa!!! The skills of his master, Kang Woo.
It was just a simple punch, but the description contained in it is more complex than expected.
from the waist to the shoulder. After daily controlling the flow of demonic energy from the shoulder to the fist, it explodes the moment the fist is extended.
Of course, if you use this method, the Balrog himself will be swept away by the tremendous anti-resilience.
However, the Balrog had one quality that other demons did not have.
magic armor. Even if he wasn’t aware of it , the ability of the Balrog to protect his
powerful demonic energy over his skin protected his fist.
And
[Geez!!!] Belphegor’s body bent like a bow. Along with the chair, Belphegor’s body rolled roughly on the floor.
Handfuls of black blood poured out.
[How?]
Belphegor looked at the Balrog as if he couldn’t understand.
No matter how strong the power contained in the Balrog’s fist, it could not attack beyond his ability to control the flow of time. It had to be. [Damn DAMN DAMN!!]
Belphegor poured out harsh curse words with his hands on the floor.
The Balrog slowly approached the fallen Belphegor.
loser disease.
The bitter echo lingered in my ears.
-Don’t poop pretending to look like there’s a lot of stories and get out of here.
Memories of the past came to mind like afterimages.
-I couldn’t protect my master.
– What to do
– I came to find you to atone for that sin.
– What a dog sound.
I explained to him, who did not understand, how disgraceful it is for a demon to die at the hands of a human.
Hearing the explanation, he let out a laugh.
-Ah, so you said you came looking for me?
-Yes. -ha. I should have recognized this young rotten fish from the moment I came here.
He smiles like it’s absurd. He walked away ignoring himself.
-Sensibility is only sold in dramas, bastard
. -Don’t get in the way and go away. Because I’m busy right now.
-You… are not afraid.
-what?
– This is Nine Heavens Hell. It is a place where the Grand Duke rules. It’s a different place from the hell you’ve been through.
-You heard it all before you came, bastard.
-no. I don’t know. You…
don’t know the Archduke how terrifying they are. If I had known, I wouldn’t have been afraid.
-You’re such a cub
.
he has come
He lightly kicked off his feet and flew up, grabbing his collar.
Then his eyes came into view. Black eyes over the whites. Both eyes stared at him.
-Ah…
I was thrilled.
Eyes shining with more intense desire than any demon.
A desire close to madness burned fiercely.
creepy sensation.
The Balrog knows the name of the desire reflected in his eyes.
-It doesn’t matter if there’s an archduke here or what.
his words continued. – I’ll do the same anyway. With more malice for malice, with greater malice for murder.
Chewing and swallowing everything in the world, forward forward.
– When you’re done talking, go away. I don’t have time to lose to a rogue like you. If you want a disgraceful death, why don’t you ram the head into the monster’s ass and search for it?
sharp profanity.
[Hahahaha!]
The Balrog, who was walking towards Belphegor, stood and laughed at the memory of that time.
[Balrog…!]
[Ah, it reminds me of the old days.]
The balrog grinned. He raised his fist with dark red flames.
He snapped his fingers and said to Belphegor, who had collapsed on the floor.
[Stand up right now, the battle of Belphegor has just begun.]
[Keuss.] Belphegor’s expression distorted.
He glared at the balrog with burning eyes.
Belphegor put his hands on the floor and slowly ‘stood up’.
He put his hand on the chair he was sitting on.
[Ballog.]
The thick demonic energy swept around like a storm.
Awesome! Wood deok! The wheeled chair changed its shape.
| The crushed and broken fragments of the chair came together again to create a white armor as if made of bone.
[I’ll make you regret making me stand up.]
Belphegor’s body was covered with the armor ‘Indolence’, oozing with gloomy fraud.
